For a mont, the girl looked Hawk, unable to decide whether she'll be amused or take pity on him. For how can a child, older than her, know none about making apologies. Does he have no parents that teach him good manners?
Perhaps she's lucky, her father never fell short on reminding her how to act and be kind to other people.
"Well not bad," She told him, hiding the amusent inside her. "You are a fast learner,"
"I am?" For no reason, the girl's complint made Hawk proud of himself. It was like for once, he had accomplished sothing good in his young life. He didn't know why but there was so kind of need in him to make the girl see him in a different light. He was aware he didn't do well the first ti they t and he wanted to change that.
"So we're okay now?" Hawk clarified.
The girl nodded. Then she went on her way. "Well I have to get going. You can tell the boys that were now good so they'll allow you to play with them"
"Hey wait!" Hawk followed her.
"I'm really in a hurry," She said, making full strides.
"Can I tag along then?" He asked, wanting to keep her company. He worried she might keep seeing beggars on the street and continue giving sothing although she had nothing to give anymore. "I'm afraid so beggars will pester you along the way,"
"For starters, you don't have to be afraid of beggars. They just wanted so money for food. Second, they are not pestering . If they are, I don't mind at all," She told the boy as she walked along, Hawk was following her. Her tone was like chiding the young Monsanto for having such a negative mindset about beggars.
"But those thugs are only leeching money from everyone. Instead of working, they sat all day in the streets to ask for money," Hawk continued his defense. Growing up, he was not allowed to walk on the streets alone as his parents told him there were many bad people in the streets and beggars. With beggars always being ntioned together with bad people, he sees them as one.
"That's not true at all," The girl shook her little head. "Beggars are just unfortunate people and besides there are other reasons why I always give them sothing aside from the fact that I pity them,"
"Huh?" Hawk's brow's creased. "If you don't pity them then why take effort on giving them sothing?"
"Because my papa says whenever you give to one, you feed two," She answered simply as if what she had said was easy for Hawk to understand, but in the end, it only got the young boy confused.
"How co?" He took it literally as he was a child. The girl's wisdom was deep, not sothing a young Monsanto could understand. The world he had lived in the capital was full of greed and so giving to others without any business benefits was certainly the Monsanto's will never teach him.
"Well, first you feed the person whom you give. The beggar for example," She patiently explained to him. "Second, you feed your soul,"
"Your soul?" That was deep. Hawk thought. He already knew the girl was sowhat weird but then, he was enjoying every mont he had with her and so he went along.
"Yes your soul. And that's what I'm after when I give," She let go a satisfactory smile and went on, "It's not what you give pumpkin. It is the feeling of satisfaction, accomplishnt and the fact that you inspire others that cos with it,"
"Satisfaction and accomplishnt?" He repeated the words she emphasized more. "Inspire others?"
"Yes. Whenever I give, it satisfies . It makes happy. That's why I give more, because it makes happy more," Her last explanation was widely spoken and clear. Hawk then understood but such wisdom was foreign to him, refreshing and new. He never gets to hear these things in his old ho.
"I don't understand how you beco happy after people take sothing from you," Hawk couldn't rationalise it then. He was brought up in a ho where giving wasn't an ordinary thing. Also, as a Monsanto young master, he never ca to a point where he had to give up sothing he owned for the sake of others. He was pampered well that he never had to think of other people but only himself.
"You should try it then," The words the girl uttered rang to his ears like a challenge. "You'll be shock to learn how good it feels,"
The girl's last statent was accompanied by a sweet smile that got Hawk awestruck. He swallowed so saliva in his mouth as his cheeks ward up. The feelings that went on him were sothing he had never felt before, it was good. Too god that Hawk clung to it as he could.
"Good," He unconsciously uttered while looking at her. "It feels so good,"
"What?" The girl caught his expression and got confused in his words in an instant.
"I an good...It must really feel that good" He tried to fix his words as soon as he realized his mishap. He certainly didn't want to look like a fool in front of her. Not ever.
The girl just nodded again, trying to convince him into giving. She learned all those words he said from her father and she was just proud she was able to explain it well to the boy in front of him who seed very ignorant when it cos to proper manners.
"By the way I don't know what to call you aside from pumpkin," It ca to her attention that they both haven't formally introduced each other, she doesn't even know his na and so she initiated the introductions, "What is your na by the way?"
"Haw-...Spin, you can call spin," He badly wanted to tell her his na but perhaps not today.
"That's a nickna the boys gave you," She pointed, "But it's alright if you prefer it,"
The girl lived long enough in Sorset for her to know their ways. It had been a natural habit of the people here not to call everyone with their given birth nas rather they make nicknas for them. These nicknas were taken from sothing that reminded them most of the person. Hawk for example was called Spin, as the boys were impressed at him being good at spin top.
"And your na then?" he turned to ask, his eyes gleaming with anticipation.
"You can call Cat," She answered and winked, "That's what the boys here call ,"
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